The White Feather Stories

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        just "click" on it            Kurt Cobain paint  "Smells like Teen Spirit" Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend She's over-bored and self-assured Oh no, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Yeah, hey I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious H

Just "click" on it Μ y Dad was a ghost As soon as he opened the door,  terror was spread in the air. My Dad was a ghost Left in his loneliness, Sleepless guard of Honor and Reputation His glance always in readiness just in case bad behaviors happened then punishment would follow. My Dad was a ghost Through the tv he received the messages throughout the movies his painful past  was forgotten for a while. My Dad was a ghost always unspoken and angry trying to get rid of his suffering… but it was an unbearable load. My Dad was a ghost He didn't know He couldn't see He never cared As he didn't live it up Always struggling to get rid of ugly images  of his youth. My Dad was a ghost Always running  away from his home a drifter and a dropout, as soon as he got back punishment would follow. My Dad was a ghost Punished and Punisher Black images flew all over the house as soon as he

  September 14, 1983-  July 23, 2011 Born in London, England, on September 14th 1983, Amy Winehouse broke into the music business when, at age 16, a classmate passed on her demo tape to a record label. She signed her first record deal as a jazz vocalist, and her music later blossomed into an eclectic mix of jazz, pop, soul and R&B. She was known for her deep, expressive contralto vocals and her eclectic mix of musical genres, including soul, rhythm and blues, and jazz. Winehouse's debut album, Frank , was a critical success in the UK and was nominated for the Mercury Award. Amy Winehouse won five Grammy Awards for her 2006 album Back to Black , and is remembered for songs like "Rehab," "Back to Black" and "Valerie. " She died in 2011, at age 27. She was one of the British most iconic singers and song-writers.  She died on the age of 27th, leaving a great legacy in world music history, although in young age but she m

Jim Morrison December 8th 1943- July 3rd 1971 People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange... James Douglas Morrison was born on December 8, 1943 in Melbourne, Florida, to Clara Virginia (Clarke) and George Stephen Morrison, a U.S. Naval Officer who fought in World War II. Jim eventually became so

Close your eyes have no fear The monster's gone He's on the run and your mama is here Before you go to sleep Say a little prayer Every day, in every way It's getting better believe in the white feather's letter Beautiful,  so beautiful boy Out on the ocean  sailing away is fear leaving us, in every way open your eyes it's a new day I can hardly wait To see you come of age by presense or by spirit mama is not giving you away Beautiful, my beautiful boy But I guess we'll both just have to be patient 'Cause it's a long way to go A hard row to hoe As long as we're together my beautiful boy, remember before you cross the street God is watching over you be sure to believe Take my hand for as long as I live beautiful boy  mama is here be sure to believe Days shall come with joy hold on, be patient God is watching over you I 've placed my prayers upon H

Have you seen it? Right on the top of the clouds Flowing by the wind Touching rough drops of rain and soft flakes of snow Have you seen it? Excessively going down To be connected with the earth's breath It's all in white Should it ever been Would it ever will be? I ' m calling to the Angels Don't let it drop down For it's whitness shall become darkness For it's purity Shall become filthyness Hold it on the top of the clouds For there sleeps its truth Never let it down Earth is full of mad and coldhearted faces Its purinity will vanish Please let it up where it belongs No other place is better to be than where God lives and always will be Please, keep it up because you know, The White Feather Flow must never reach here down below

"Les Amants" by Rene Magritte Sir, the other day  i was passing by your heart and I stopped to listen to its beat So smooth and gently rythm... Was she beating for me? No answer was given... At on ce, my mind  starte d wispering "Don't let it pass away It 's the time for offering" So, I'm offering you my beating heart placed her right on your soul's door hold her gently in your hands Should you ever need  you will always feel her beat is there for you, no matter the passing hours... As now you should know, for I 've always knew... My hours are believing you As soon as you appear, they stop.  I' m just wondering when are you going to appear  For I lust to stop my hours for you

On August 16 th  1920 a young boy was born in the German city of Andernuch.   His name was Henry Charles Bukowski. In the age of two his family moved to Los Angeles United States Born in a very weird family with an extremely rough discipline father, whom young Charles was afraid of as he usually beat his son and bullied him, young Charles was a frightened little boy with no self confidence forced to obey the strict rules of his father.  As shy he was often lost into his own world writing down his thoughts and feelings. Writing was his first love and he started following this passion.   But though he loved his talent, his mother did not., After finishing school his decision was to go to college- as he did- and study literature and become a writer and a journalist. He wrote every single day, but as soon as his mother found out that her son was writing stories, she threw his scripts away as she thought that was a stupid habit.  His mother's action was something that mad